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JUMP,FLY SOAR – YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD……

JUMP!! – In 2017 I sold -my Brighton flat and walked away. With my belongings in one wheelie case and the rest in storage my journey began. It’s freeing to not have house keys, council tax bills or leaky pipes to worry about. I’d pass a shop and think – there’s no point buying that. I have no house for it. Trinkets and baubles lose their appeal. And living has a new colour.
“Bucket lists” and “things to do before I die” are negative. My to-do list has people to meet – who wouldn’t want to have tea with Angela Lansbury? Things to do – jet skiing – ALL the beautiful people do it somewhere warm. Visit each continent at least once and see certain modern, man made and ancient wonders of the world. Generous friends allowed me a base in their Doncaster, Yorkshire home. I travelled to Liverpool, Bristol, and Whitby in the U.K. Valencia in Spain to see the city and Peniscola Castle where a favourite movie of mine was filmed – El Cid. Berlin where a one-week trip became four. I did short language courses to learn some basics, to make friends and see more of the cities. Classes in the morning and outings in the afternoon. Each time, taking that jump to book a flight or an air bnb was scary – sometimes the fear of the unknown makes you freeze. The core of what you are doing doesn’t fit with the models for people your age?

JUMP!! – Now to Australia (Perth, Brisbane, Melbourne, Canberra, Sydney, Adelaide and Tasmania) in late 2017. A two week workaway experience helping a Chaplain unpack and arrive in her new home in Swifts Creek opened up the world of a ski resort, Koalas and small towns hundreds of miles from Melbourne. Distances roll off the tongue when crossing Australia. A five-day organised tour of Tasmania showed the heart of this beautiful island and gave me two wonderful friends. I was mesmerised watching my first eclipse in 2018 from Hobart Harbour. I added Hong Kong to catch the Chinese New Year celebrations and to see my new friends. And saw the brilliant nightly light show in the Harbour. Then Rome to see The Coliseum and Venice – ticks on my to-do list. Facebook and Instagram helped me share the stories, keep in contact with old and new friends as I travelled.

(The Peninsula hotel, Hong Kong decorated for the Chinese New Year 2018)
In April 2018 I landed in Sheffield to write my next chapter. I wanted something that would build on my twenty years of experience as a soft skills trainer (Assertiveness and Conflict Resolution) and fifteen years of experience of working with young people.

The tefl.org course gave me the best mix. A three-day course at a Sheffield hotel (nice cakes and tea) with a combination of online courses. I joined others in a face to face classroom setting. There were discussions, new friendships, working in teams – good for the future, lots of practical exercises and advice. The feedback and reference from the tutor were a great addition to my sparkling new C.V.
Enthused I began my 120-hour online course and focused to complete it over three weeks. I chose modules covering grammar, methodology in the classroom, video observation of classes, telephone teaching and teaching large groups. I did a Teaching Business English Course online for more skills. I treated the courses like my job and worked 9 to 7ish on the tasks every day. Online is great. It meant I could work anytime and anywhere. The brief written exercises and assignments gave me a selection of lesson plans for future use. Videos with practical teaching examples of the topics and multiple-choice questions to check my learning at the end of each module helped to cement the learning. It was hard work, tiring, informative, and enjoyable. Funny, I’ve spoken English all my life but take it for granted. Seeing some concepts written down took getting used to. Think – why do we say it that way? The assignments at the end of some modules helped to bring it all together. Within 24 hours I got a response – pass or needs more work. The quick response from the tutor was a great encouragement and a motivator. Her feedback and comments helped me with thinking about how I was approaching the lesson and understanding the concepts. And when I passed – FANTASTIC!! The certificate arrived within a couple of days. It’s now proudly on display.
FLY!! – The long-term goal is to develop a mix of online and classroom teaching work linked to travelling and my to-do list. I chose to volunteer. I found Angloville through the tefl.org jobs page. Angloville run one-week residential English immersion courses for business people in various locations across Europe. They recruit and support volunteers to speak English to the participants. Good food and accommodation are provided. I paid for my flight and any extra overnight hotel stays. The courses were good fun, a chance to use my new skills and make friends. Long days but so rewarding when you see the participants giving their presentations at the end of the week. What a wonderful opportunity to learn about Poland and its people. One of the great joys of being a TEFL teacher is learning about other lifestyles, foods, customs and history. I chose Krakow, a charming city with a welcoming atmosphere. And Warsaw which is a vibrant, busy, confident city and open for business. On one course I stayed in Bachledowka and every morning I saw the Tatra Mountains from my room’s balcony. Then watched the sunset unfold over them on many nights. And now, on my to do list is a trek around Poland to visit all the sites my new friends recommended. That’s my idea of a list – it’s alive and changes. I have no intention of kicking the bucket.

(The Tatra Mountains from the Hotel Bachledowka)
I volunteered on an immersion course just outside of Madrid with Estacion Inglesa. A chance to learn more about another exciting country and its people. Away from tourist traps.
The hotel was in Monfrague National Park and both are beautiful. From the balcony of the hotel I saw a daily morning dance in the sky. One, two, twenty vultures spinning in harmony searching for lunch. Even from a distance they are huge – massive wingspans. I just bathed in this silent, effortlessly choreographed performance from miles away.
Volunteers on Angloville and Estacion courses are from all over world and of all ages. They love people, travelling and are open to the world. How gorgeous to see twenty something travellers and retired people meeting, strangers bonding and helping others with ease. Proving that multi cultural and diverse groups of people are the present and the future. Some volunteers taught online so were able to continue their private work in breaks and fund their travels. I gained 255 hours of experience and references for my C.V.

In January 2019 I spent three weeks in Barcelona and learnt online teaching can work. Modern travellers and remote workers are creating, living the dream and enjoying life. A mix of online and face to face teaching will create a great balance. People contact is a must. The myriad of feelings, sounds, smells, body language, smiles, expressions that come up in the interactions are rich and special. I have my C.V. and references. A video promoting me. New photos. Experience from running an online course with teachers in Pakistan. Culture – these wonderful women were so appreciative of our time together. It made me feel humble. I am also building an English Conversation Group here in Sheffield. A new member now living in Sheffield but originally from Kazakhstan just joined. I am learning all the time.
I find that tefl jobs, courses etc. are sometimes portrayed as a young person’s world. I am excited to be joining because my 60 years of work and life experiences make me unique. I read a post from a woman who was told by a head teacher that she’s too old for the job of teaching English in that school. That’s sad for the children who I imagine would not have made that choice. Teaching is more than how to pronounce a word. There is an aspect of why, how, when to use a term, the back story as well as its meaning. What is the context for those words? Most importantly it’s about building the student’s confidence in their ability and potential. That’s where my age and experience roll in.

SOAR!! – Next – Machu Pichu, TheTaj Mahal, The Pyramids of Giza, The Grand Canyon, Barcelona, Antarctica, drive across Poland – meet local people and learn about cultures first hand. Share my skills with the language and gain more. Write blogs, post photos, taste food, see buildings, go jet skiing, enjoy the architecture and wildlife. These are some of the jewels, trinkets and baubles in the new treasure trove that I am building.

K
“What you learn when you jump is, that you will either land on your feet, or learn how to fly” Kenny Loggins.

CONTACT DETAILS AND REFERENCES

http://www.keithstewart.co.uk – for links to Keith’s social media.

http://tefl.org.uk – a range of TEFL courses to prepare you to teach.
http://www.angloville.com – volunteer to help others improve their English conversation skills.

http://www.estacioninglesa.es– volunteer on English language immersion courses in Spain.
http://www.workaway.info – volunteering in homestays and working holidays.

DANCE,DANCE,YOWSAH!! MAY 2017

THE WARREN, BRIGHTON FRINGE.
“Cancelled: Jackie Kay and Zaffar Kunial”. Their appearance at the Brighton Festival I assume – not them. I saw Jackie Kay a few years back at The Festival and thoroughly enjoyed her calm, sorted, humorous and informed story. I was looking forward to hearing from her again. But not this time. As a gesture of goodwill we were offered up to 4 complimentary tickets to “Songs for the end of the world”. A good customer relations move.

My friend suggested we check out The Warren. A selection of bars placed sensitively next to St. Peter’s Church on the London Road. Alcohol, fringe shows and salvation within yards of each other. I thought why not. Let’s be young, free, wild and reckless. It was like being in a mini festival and because the area is walled off you don’t see the outside world. Or the traffic and taxis and buses that haunt the London Road at 7.30p.m. The seats and benches are surrounded by an array of mini theatre and show venues. A few burger stalls and a few stalls selling bags. In addition, a couple of bars. The tables were all a splutter with what felt like reams of flyers, mainly about the same few shows. And a couple of times we were calmly accosted by jovial, happy people sharing more flyers about award winning shows. It was a good environment to sit and chat and linger. Might be manic on a Friday or Saturday night. Nevertheless, an enjoyable space. What happens to these endless extra flyers? I remember coming out of nightclubs in my youth and taking, ditching and walking over endless flyers about some event, somewhere at some time. Of course you kept the flyers that gave free entry next week. There was a talk – I think after a show – about refugees and the camp at Calais. I often wonder about these things. Is it the right place? It’s raising awareness I believe. On the other hand, does it just help to wrestle from me a few moments of concern and philanthropy for those less fortunate than me. Before I get my Burger, Beer, ticket and a show.

There is something interesting about “London by the sea”. I hear about it being so diverse and open and welcoming. Brighton enveloped itself in a pro Europe stance. I agree with a friend’s assessment – it is not a diverse city but a cosmopolitan one. Because whenever I attend many events in this city I notice the lack of colour diversity. When I sit and people watch over my fry up on Blatchington Road I see this colour mix. But not here.  Why?

WASH AND DRY YOUR BLOODY HANDS-NASTY MAN!!!!!!

Sometimes I touched the handles of doors to public toilets and find them wet. Dry your hands you lazy……… On the other hand, I observe guys leaving and not washing their hands – don’t shake my hand. I think I may develop one of those behaviours where I only touch the handles with disposable gloves I carry for such an occasion.
I’M NEXT…..

It’s not paranoia but clear observation of the facts.

1- The CIA have been using Samsung T.V.’s to spy on us in our living rooms – even when they are turned off they can still hear our conversations.

2- Revelations continue about trump, Russian cyber invasions and now North Korea is included. They are believed to be behind the recent attacks on the NHS computer system.

3- Barack Obama announces a visit to Edinburgh.

4- I post on Facebook and twitter my apologies that I won’t be there- didn’t want him waiting at Cafe Nero on Princess Street for me.

5- All my data from my hard drive disappears. Files on my cloud storage are mysteriously deleted.

6- I am keeping an eye on the friendly new neighbours downstairs.

I’m selling my Samsung TV and phone. I may have to go underground until this all dies down. Moreover, I thought I would be safe living in Portslade.
VOTE-VOTE-VOTE.

A friend has just told me they received a letter from their children’s’ school asking for ten pounds this school year. And twenty-five pounds next school year towards school costs. They don’t agree. I don’t either. It’s for the running of the school. Not for any extra trips or events. Schools in Brighton and Hove face cuts. Equivalent to £193,425 pounds per school. Or £487 per pupil (www.schoolcuts.org.) What a state we are in and some people don’t notice. Especially when they do not use the facility. Schools, The NHS or care services. In a year’s time the letter will ask for fifty pounds and then…….
DANCE, DANCE, YOWSAH!!   17th May

A very successful morning sorting out problems with my cloud storage, tidying paperwork, checking my to do list, packing my bag for tomorrow and overall being wonderful.  After the longgg hike up the hill of Elm Grove I pulled into The Flour Pot Bakery. An artisan haven in Hanover.  A delicious coffee and chocolate and orange cookie. A chance to start typing this, refresh and prepare for dance. Still don’t understand certain things in life. As I sit with my coffee a young guy runs past in a blue dressing gown and flip flops to pop into the local shop. Some things aren’t right. I can imagine how my mum would rate that. Anyway – dance!

WORK IN PROGRESS.

In 2016 I was invited to take part in the South East Dance programme – Dance Ambassadors programme (www.southeastdance.org.uk). An opportunity for non-dance people such as me to experience dance. I was invited to see the Belgian dance artist Vera Tussing at the intimate Dance Studio. I am always happy when I attend something and haven’t read the background. All I saw was dance and thought “o.k.”

This was a magical, stimulating and thought provoking afternoon with Vera and Esse as we explored with them a work in progress. There were about ten of us in the audience. Intimate. Connected and in the moment. It is such an honour to be allowed into the thought processes of artists. And especially when they are playing with and developing ideas.

Vera and Esse are Dance Artists from Belgium. This was their first time in Brighton. They have performed across Europe and usually London. Their work has moved through stages in their exploration of their dance – sight and now the physical. Safely wrapped in the imagination of dance and expression I was able to exclude the dreary May rain. I was entranced from the beginning. They showed us four pieces and each time we were able to be inside their thoughts. In addition, share our reflections that could help them think about how to grow the work. They move in “duoglide” ceaseless and creaseless harmony. It is wonderful to watch two women who are so in tune with each other and for whom touch and movement together is energy. We were given permission from the start to be part of this process. To speak, to take part in a dance, to change our angle and move to other parts of the studio. We had ownership of the space and this participation is integral to their work. The audience is done with not done to. They helped make this dance experience accessible to me on a physical and emotional level. Even bringing us all into parts of the dance -touching fingertip to fingertip with the dancers. I enjoyed collaborating with other audience members to narrate their movements in one piece. Some of their work is shown to audience members who are blind and use their vast array of other senses and methods to feel the dance. Touches such as braille notes designed by various artists increase participation and understanding. Contemporary dance of this calibre offers so many opportunities to break barriers and create avenues. Watching two women dance together without the male lead raises questions. How often do you see women dance without men leading? The women are the flexible feminine input. While the men are the “strong anchor”. Or so we are taught to accept.

Movement like this reflects and challenges some of the “isms” of Society. This graceful, strong, solid, confident pair reword some of that language. I experience this as “movement” and more than “dance”.

WALK WITH DANCE.

Dance for me was always jumping up and down to the latest or oldest disco classic. This experience allowed me to break down my barriers about dance being “arty farty” and immerse myself in movement. And in process. To imagine what this movement means to me. Even calling the experience “movement” allows me to feel more in it.And how others might experience it. And to be part of the endless flow to influence creativity. The dance they are creating will be shown around Europe and I hope one day in Brighton. If not maybe we will get another chance to reflect on their work. I sit in my cafe writing with renewed inspiration, colours, and the flow of movement around me and a slice of carrot cake. Stillness and harmony.

COSMOPLITAN=MULTI-CULTURAL OR JUST A GOOD VIBE

In the global safety of Cafe Nero five French teenagers sit and chat gently. Across from them there are two guys. One older, one younger sat together and reading their books. At once close but not separated. The future, the present and the past.

K

POLISH WRITERS’ CAVALCADE!!

MAY 2017

Clapham Common, South London was once my daily destination. From 1970 to 1975 the 37 bus carried me from Battersea to The Pavement. And a few hundred yards away was Henry Thornton Comprehensive School. I believe it’s where I am supposed to have spent the best years of my life. As I come up from the underground station I know things have changed. Clapham and Balham and Brixton are young, white trendy enclaves. I can’t find a black hairdresser to get my hair cream. There is a “Little Waitrose”. Byron burgers. A Strada Cafe. A wave of trendy places to eat. A WH Smith. In addition, reassuringly a KFC and the essential McDonald’s. It is at once strange and fun to be here. A place I frequented as a teenager. I recognise the streets but not the people or the atmosphere.

I returned to Clapham Common for a Polish Writers event. It was part of the Lambeth Readers and Writers Festival 2017 at Mary Seacole Centre, Clapham Library. The event was organised by “Poles Connect”. They are funded by Lambeth Council and the Polish Embassy. This is a grassroots project where over 20 Polish speaking local residents come together to run community events. I read that the event will highlight Polish hand crafted folk art and workshops. A tour of Modern Polish literature. And a panel discussion. This is a great way to highlight the diversity, culture and contribution of the Polish community.

The U.K. has a very long history and life with Poland. Much, much more. Moreover, much longer than migration from the E.U. Since the Second World War and before. Hammersmith and Lambeth have well established Polish communities. There is more to Polish people than working in the NHS, Hotels or the building trade. There is much more to be being Polish than the war and the Holocaust. The Polish spirit has endured and flourished through many hardships of war and occupation. I love events like this. They give a chance to taste and view people from so many angles.

“DO YOU KNOW ANY POLISH AUTHORS?”

Solzhenitsyn or Chekov are Russian authors I have heard about many times. Now I know much more about and am reading Polish authors. I am not an expert just more informed. We were treated to readings from a range of authors. Writers for children and adults. The “short tour of Modern Polish Literature in Translation by Antonia Lloyd-Jones” was exquisite. I was taken from the beach where I played in the sand of not knowing. Through the surf by readings from Jack Dehnel. Lifted by the waves of Wiesław Myśliwski, who writes the first line of the book and then follows where it leads. No set plot, characters etc. His books sound like a labour of love, confidence and intuition. No return, just keep swimming. Olga Tokarczuk’s moving story of returning Chopin’s sister returning his heart to Warsaw. Diving deeper with the detective trilogy by Zygmunt Miłoszewski – Rage. An exert from the children’s writer Krystyna Boglar – Clementine Loves Red. When I surfaced I had to buy a book. Well two. Actually three. Having someone choose exerts and read them with such poise, ease and intonation is a splendid way to get the flavours of different writing.

I immediately started my book Kolyma Diaries. Hugo-Bader is my kind of writer. Reportage is a Polish school of writing. – where he travels to areas and speaks to and spends time with people to hear their stories. From an interesting position we are told about their experiences and lives. A citizen of the “second world” – Eastern Europe. He travelled extensively to “the Third world” to write about his experiences.

The panel discussion just added more fuel to the fire of my Polish literature knowledge.

Now safely ensconced on my coffee table are my fresh, new books:-

1- Stone upon stone – Wiesław Myśliwski. (isbn 9780982624623)

2- Kolyma Diaries – Jacek Hugo-Bader – (isbn 978184627502-9)

3- Chernobyl –The zone–Natacha Bustos and Francisco Sanchez. A graphic novel – (978-0-9933951-1-6)
BEING A BLACK MAN I DON’T……

Have to worry about excusing my dancing

Have to worry about being crushed when I am seated on the bus or train. People always find other seats.

Look cool in suits.

Work twice as hard as my white equivalent to stand still in my career.

Know that trump is undoing anything to do with Obama just because Obama is a strong, black man.

Know that you are v racist-it’s an instinctual thing.

“Know who I am and where I am going.l
A bomb explodes and you are outraged etc. and blame those Muslims. Your outflowing of racism is loud-for a few days. It is not the bombing that made you racist. You always were. The bombing gave you an excuse and opportunity to say your stuff. The bombs are the excuse for your explosion.
A guy sat next to me on the train. I didn’t squeeze up just to let him take over my space. Then I noticed the paper he was reading. The telegraph! The business section! I won’t let him be comfortable next to me with his tory graph attitude. Anyway I kept reading my article about the closure of the immigrant camp at Calais.  It’s a terrible life they have. The prejudice.  Just because of one thing people pick on. Disliking someone they don’t even know for a small petty reason.

K

HUMAN BEING-THEY,US,YOU,ME!!  – 8TH MAY 2017

THEY/ONLAR has its British premier at the 2017 Brighton Festival until May 29th. Shown in the gothic, atmospheric and cool environment of Fabrica. A deconsecrated church in the centre of Brighton. This multi-screen video work so suits this venue. As you walk down the models’ runway like entrance you are warned about the lack of light and the time needed for your eyes to adjust. An enthusiastic and welcoming volunteer gives me a briefing and we’re off! There is the noise of voices that from the outside makes me think that the place was busy. It is the chatter of voices from the interviewees that artist, Ipek Duben had collected across Turkey. There are life size screens showing films of the six people speaking about their experiences of being “other” in Turkish society. Spoken in English to stop us being “other”. 
Turkey is presented in the news as the “other”. A bomb killing dozens in Ankara does not warrant the same news or social media response as one in Paris. The April referendum with its substantial changes to the Turkish constitution has raised fears about an end to secularism. In addition, about Turkey’s relationship with Russia, The EU and Nato.Turkey with its population of over 78 million people is three times the size of the U.K. and has a history of empire, achievement and pain to share too. The Ottoman Empire and links to Persia all create a rich tapestry of culture.

I arrive knowing only that there is an exhibition here and that’s how I like it. All I know is the name – They/Onlar. My mind made up to view what unfolded and nothing else. My senses shaken – initially no light, all dark with the intermittent light from the films playing on the screen. No crowds as the noise of voices had previewed. I sit to listen to a woman’s story of abuse, violence, bravery, perseverance and success. A wonderful story of overcoming a very violent and abusive husband and showing her children there is another way. This begins as a sight and sound event. And as the magic carpet unrolls my heart, mind and soul awaken.

‘Other” is a ginormous thing around the world. Now, more than ever maybe. Even in Brighton, this supposedly liberal, anti-Brexit, pro-gay haven. I experience and see other. Do you notice the large number of homeless people on the streets of “London by the sea”? How many faces of the same colour do you see? Therefore, these stories resonate on every level. My own experience of being other because of my gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, age etc. etc. There are many examples of other to taste here from marital status, being a lesbian or being from a different ethnic group. Moreover, what is important is that this otherness is multi faceted. You are other for one, two or many different reasons. And you can be different in different places. A powerful thing one woman said stays with me. There are conditions of behaviour for women – covering their head for instance. However, no such infringements on men – all their lives.

I don’t remember ever seeing or hearing the names of the speakers. Invisibility? Often those that are other are called-they or them or those. Not by their chosen name.
Another way to exhibit this installation could be with each speaker and their film played in separate cubicles. No outside distractions. Privacy. Intimacy. In secret. Just you and them and their story. In some ways in hiding. This is how some of the speakers had lived parts of their lives.
“The unexamined life is not worth living”

There is a little rush of visitors – students. More other. Some standing around chatting. Why? The spirit of this exhibition for me is to listen. To the voices of others. And your own. To watch their eyes, expressions and body movements.

To enjoy their clothes. Their smiles. And resonate with their pains. Then there is the unending strength of the human spirit that means these powerful individuals live to tell their story. However, put themselves at risk when others hear their story. On the other hand, was that my assumptions playing because the students could have been charged with conversation by the experience?

In a way having all these people about – walking around. Talking. They are a distraction from being in the moment with these stories. On another that is how “other” plays out in real life. As I sit in this cafe writing, other is all around. In addition, when I am home – alone – I am not the other. I am the one.

If you don’t have a home – you are my other. Or?

If you have a mansion and a pool, am I the other? Or?

To repeat a Socrates quote from one of the interviewees. Her favourite. “The unexamined life is not worth living”. To examine is a constant act of reflection. At different times, places and experiences. In addition, sometimes contradicting views and conclusions but with a willingness to change. To accept yourself and others as they stand. 

They/Onlar feels like the sort of exhibition to visit and revisit. To hear all the stories. To hear them again and again in order to see what new things explode. This for me is more documentary and observation than art.
                             They=HUMAN.  They=ME.  They=US.

K
They/Onlar by Ipek Duben. Open 12-7 p.m. daily. 2-5 p.m. Sundays and Bank Holidays.

 Until 29th May at Fabrica, 40 Duke Street, Brighton, BN1 1AG

info@fabrica.org.uk   www.fabrica.org.uk

Facebook –  @fabriagallery      @brightonfestival

Twitter –   #TheyOnlar     #brightonfestival   #IpekDuben

WHAT’S GOING ON?    NOVEMBER 2016

GET WITH THE PRORAMME!

Everyone knows what trump stands for. Many of those core things won’t and can’t change. Because of his age, ego, the people who surround him, the circles he has and will move in, his position and his white male entitlement.

If you don’t know what he plans to do and how it will affect different communities for the good and the bad. The positive or negative affects. Then you’re in shock, dreaming and or in denial. All natural states of being. BUT IT’S TIME TO GET WITH THE PROGRAMME. Not his programme. WRITE YOUR OWN.

FLYIN’ HIGH (IN THE FRIENDLY SKY).

Extra searches of myself and my bags initially start this feeling of anger and frustration within me. It’s because I am……  Are they searching others? I don’t think so! Maybe they are? Maybe it’s just a search? Maybe all this extra security keeps us ALL safe? Maybe it’s just a search and if you let any negative thoughts go then you can ride the wave and see something different.

RIGHT ON.

I noticed on my flights the mixed ages of all the stewards/esses. Some seemed 60 plus. Great. That shows real diversity in action. A range of people bringing so much to the job, the passengers and the company. Able, competent and contributing across society.

VOTE – DON’T VOTE.

Convicted felons can’t vote here in the USA but that differs across various States. Is it right they can’t vote – yes or no?  If I serve my sentence doesn’t that mean that I have paid my debt to society. So I then try and build my life again. When will society forgive and forget? And let me in again. Is there an investment in keeping me outside of society?  Unable to vote. Maybe on the edge so I commit crime again. Especially when you notice the ethnicity of most of the prison population. And who they tend to favour vote wise.

On the other side of this was the beauty of the young woman we met who had just voted. Her first time of voting. It should be a BIG  thing in our society. She was happy, pleased and calmly excited. It got me thinking about my first time voting.

CANADIAN IMMIGRATION SITE CRASHES

If you were Canadian would you want all these Americans jumping ship and coming to your country. What are their real values, views, beliefs and commitment that allow them to leave so quickly. Will they jump again when a President they like arrives. What about the friends and family they are leaving behind?

When the next President holds an event at the White House, which singers will come and perform for him. Beyonce, Wonder, Streisand – who?

WHATS HAPPENING BROTHER

Every time I sit in the Starbucks here in Hollywood, Florida I think of Roman. The guy I met there a few days ago. We shared a table and some good conversation then went our ways. He is a traveller so miles away by now. I still wonder though.

K

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